I managed a leisurely sleep in until 1030 this morning. However after a 12 hour night shift (sandwiched in between a 35 mile drive each way) I have an old familiar feeling after a not so refreshing couple of hours kip. That's the same feeling as the morning of the 1996 Challenge Cup semi final when an out of form Leeds were disposed of at Huddersfield.
Hardly dared to think of winning with emotions and expectations suitably managed. Tempered with the occasional "dare to dream" thought but feeling nauseous all the time. It could all just be sleep deprivation but today could also be our day. COYB!